Room 323 [Tuesday, Evening]

[comeoutwrong]

Looked like it was threatening rain outside, so Effy was staying in for once. Every girl needed a night off sometimes, even if they were few and far between for this one. She'd been out and got things done during the day, and to her, that should count for something.

So between the odd text to Tony (whose evening was going far more interestingly than hers), she was flopped back on the bed, holding the book she was reading up over her. She'd even got into it enough her hot chocolate had gone cold. That was actually kind of rare.

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[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Something you don't want me to do?" he asked, pressing just a little to see if there'd be any give there. It was an even split as to which way it would go. "Want me to keep coming back?"

And hey, last time he'd been caught out with having to admit a thing or two. She could have her turn.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"If i didn't, you'd probably know." Effy was hardly subtle like that.

Subtle when she gave backwards answers like that one... which could be translated to 'yes'.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Oh, I dunno," he said, holding his smile for one more minute before letting himself flop down onto her bed, eyes on the ceiling. See, totally making himself at home like he said he would.

"Haven't seen any sign that you're that much of a mean badass," he teased, smirking at the ceiling now. "You've been pretty...fluffy, in fact."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy arched her eyebrows, watching him get comfortable.

"Can be," she said. "When the moment calls." It was relatively rare these days, at least. Call it mellowing out with age.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"You can be fluffy?" he asked, deliberately misunderstanding. "I didn't actually think you'd admit to that. No wonder you're into cuddling now."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

For that comment, he was getting poked at with her toe. Downside of lounging around near her feet.

"You know what I meant."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Alex laughed, swatting weakly at her foot but not making a huge attempt to stop her. Wasn't like it particularly bothered him or hurt.

"Just saying," he said, still laughing, "it sounded like you just admitted to being fluffy. Can't blame me for thinking that. You softer than a pillow?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Pillows are not fluffy," she told him, pulling a bit of a face. "Kittens are fluffy, or teddy bears."

Oh, and, "I am not fluffy," there was that denial.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Alex smiled and picked his head up to look down the bed at her. "Hey, Fluffy and Effy even sound kind of similar. I think you're putting me on about that. Nothing wrong with being Fluffy, Effy."

It was kind of fun to say her name and the word 'fluffy' so close together.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

At least he could take enjoyment out of the little things, even if it was going to get him kicked again. "A letter or two in common does not make them the same." Nor did a bit of rhyming.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I said they sounded kind of similar, not that they were similar," he said, making just to grab the ankle of the foot she was kicking him with. "I could call you Elizabeth, if you'd prefer."

Yeah, that was just to be an ass right there.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy wrinkled her nose and half-heartedly tried to wriggle her foot out of his grasp. "Only if you want to be on the same level as my parents." School teachers and parents were about the only ones who used it. Mostly because Effy just never bothered to tell people her real name.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I'm not on the same level as your parents," he said, tightening his grip on her foot and tugging lazily. She was just lucky he wasn't tickling her or anything. "I wouldn't think that about you if you started calling me Alexander."

Mostly because his mother used Alex and his father...just didn't give a damn.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"So, what if I did?" Now she was a little curious. Not about to start, simply because it felt weird and formal to her, but she had to wonder.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Shrugging, Alex said, "You want to use my stupid full name, whatever. Not like I could stop you. But it probably wouldn't sound as good in some of those tones of yours I've heard before."

He tugged on her foot again, lightly, after saying that and smirked smugly.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Didn't know you were such a big fan." Effy could be smug in her own way about that. If it bore mentioning like that, it was something.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Please, it's not like I make it a big secret," he replied, shaking his head and playing it off as something superficial. "It's hot, you know that. This is not earth shattering news."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Not like you go around saying it all the time either." Maybe it wasn't earth shattering, but it was news. Something to remember.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I wasn't really aware you kept track," he replied, sitting up some and releasing his grip on her foot while he did. "How do you know I don't go around talking about it? Maybe I don't talk about it to you."

No, he rarely talked about things like emotions and the messes that his relationships were with anyone. Compliments tended to fall in there since he rarely gave them sincerely.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Sounds awfully sharey." Something that she knew for damn sure Alex was not. "Wouldn't have thought that was very you."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"And I wouldn't have thought keeping track was very you," he threw back. "But it sounds like you are."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Got quite a good memory." Surprising, considering the amount of drugs she'd done in her relatively short life. Apparently so far none of them had done any permanent damage. "Especially for compliments."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Apparently so," he said, brushing fingers through his hair and shrugging. "Complimented you before. You shouldn't be surprised that I think of you that way."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

That was true, even if they were few and far between, and she nodded slightly. Whatever else she was, she was also still a girl, and it was always going to pay attention to that sort of thing.

"Don't mind hearing it, though." Who would?

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"You get them out of me more than most people," he admitted, leaning back on his hands but keeping his eyes on her. "So what if I don't always say things out loud? I do other things."